This is a song about "Latin class"

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Why did i take this class/

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I ain't even really need that shop class

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

And you just want to get to class

No one-half and i hate math

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot